Here's another chapter for your reading pleasure!
Also, I've just realized that I forgot to give descriptions of Italy, England, and Germany. Of course you should already know what they look like, but as a writer this is a disappointing blunder. Hopefully, I'll know better next time.
On with the fanfic!
The red headed boy was just standing there with a distraught expression on his face muttering "Ve~" occasionally. He appeared to be staring at nothing in particular. Japan felt uneasy and bewildered by this person's odd behavior.
"Excuse me, are you alright?" asked the confused Asian.
The boy jerked his head suddenly to look at Japan. He appeared to be out of his daze.
"Yes, yes! I'm fine but thank you for asking!" replied the suddenly perky stranger. This person was very weird but in a strangely endearing way.
"My name's North Italy! What is yours?"
"I am Japan. It's nice to meet you Italy-san."
The boy known as Italy looked content now. After he grabbed a platter of food, Japan decided to invite Italy to sit with him at his stand. Japan learned many things about his new friend. How Italy was a new student here, how Italy's life was like before coming to this school, and how he was getting a tour of the place by a pretty girl named China before he ended up in the cafeteria. Japan blanched at this.
"Um, Italy-san, China-san is a …" But before he could finish that statement, Italy interrupted him. How rude.
"Hey, Japan, what's this stand for?" Italy asked while nibbling on a loaf of bread. Ah yes, Japan had almost forgotten.
"I am trying to recruit members for my Manga Club, in case you all forgot the last chapter." Italy looked a bit confused. Japan supposed anyone would after a character suddenly broke the fourth wall like he was doing now.
"Ve~, manga? Oh, you mean like W.I.T.C.H.!" Japan gave Italy a dark glare.
"No. Not at all like that." Italy nodded fearfully and returned to his lunch.
After the atmosphere between the two lightened somewhat, Japan had an idea.
"Excuse me, Italy-san." Italy jumped at the sound of his voice. "But, would you be interested in joining my club?"
Italy seemed to be in deep contemplation at this proposal. But in reality, his mind went blank because of the thoughts of what Japan would do to him for something manga-related. Japan looked at his companion worriedly. Was it something he said?
Only a few moments had passed before a thunderous laughter filled the cafeteria. Everyone stopped eating to look for the source. Even Italy had broken out of his second daze only to enter another one out of confusion. But the third one was cut short as both Italy and Japan jumped when something, someone landed on the one-person Manga Club recruitment stand. Clearly the source of the laughter, everyone in the cafeteria looked up at the blond, blue-eyed, and bomber jacket bespangled boy.
" HA, HA, HA! The Student Council President is in the house!" said the Student Council President in the house. Everyone else just gaped at the eccentric President.
"Ve~?"
"Nope. Haven't seen him, but, do you, like, like my outfit?" asked the Polish boy in a dress. Even when Germany knew of Poland's "hobbies" he didn't think the dress was his style. It looked like something from the last century, all long and frilly like that.
"It's for the next play and I, like, totally, scored the part of the main girl." Main girl? Oh well, this was typical of Poland.
Germany had decided to check the auditorium because there would be less people inside than in the cafeteria. The Drama Club was there as usual, rehearsing lines for the upcoming school play. But no new kid in sight.
Germany felt a hot breath on the back of his neck. He jumped away fearfully as he saw who it was coming from. The tall, light blond-haired, smiling Russia was in their presence.
"Hello there, Europe Class Representative Germany. Hello there, Cross Dressing Man Poland." the behemoth greeted. "So the New Student North Italy is not here, da?"
"Hey! What're you, like, doing in my safe haven Russia!" yelled the man in a dress. Germany couldn't believe how easily Poland was standing up to Russia. Even he liked to avoid confronting large nation at all times.
"I am looking for Italy if you must know. But since he is not here, I will have to try somewhere else." said Russia still with that plastic grin on his face.
"Unless, of course, you would like me to stay, Poland." At that the blond cross dresser paled. Easy come, easy go Germany supposed.
"… No way."
"Ah, then I guess I'll go play with Lithuania!" At this the blond cross dresser reddened.
"Hey! Don't you lay a finger on Liet! Ya hear me, Russia?" The two odd figures chased each other out of the auditorium. With a sigh, Germany looked at the time. Huh, an hour had passed since he left the classroom. The Class Rep. made his way out of the auditorium with intentions on checking the cafeteria. This new kid was more trouble than he was worth.
After the two professional wrestlers caught their breaths, England fixed his ruffled up uniform. He didn't intend to take things that far but he was just so angry. Angry at the wanker President for stressing him, angry at the Frenchman for implying that he cared for such a wanker President, and angry at his predicament. Today the dean of the school would be checking up on how well the Council was doing. Such an important figure would be judging them when two of their members were out searching for a troublesome new student and their President was God knows where doing God knows what.
"You know, you should really relax a bit. What are you, German? Should I check your ass for a stick?" said the recovering Frenchman.
"Quiet. I'm going to go find that wanker. You stay here and call me if the Dean gets here." And with that, the sullen Englishman left the Council room, leaving France alone.
France sighed deeply. Such denial. These repressed feelings depressed him even though they were not his own. That's the way he is. He's always been naturally empathetic towards other people's emotions. It's what allows him to be the Casanova everyone pegs him as and a subtle manipulator nobody suspects him as. But enough of that deep bull, this is amour. His territory. Something would have to be done about this.
Creak.
The door opened slightly. France looked up warily.
"Hello? Is someone there." No answer. The door was still opened.
"Hey, if you need something just come in. There's no need to be shy." Despite his words, France remained cautious and, from the looks of it, so did his visitor.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, revealing a large, dark, heavily cloaked stranger. His face was obscured by a black, featureless mask that seemed to be made of some sort of metallic substance as it reflected light. France was terrified but held his ground.
"Damn, I wasn't expecting anyone would be here, but no matter." said the mysterious figure.
"Who are you and what do you want.", France asked solemnly. To his irritation, the stranger chuckled mockingly.
"Oh, that was such an overused line. Come on, France, do you really want this to be that kind of story?"
Before France could respond, the visitor, no the intruder lunged at him, quickly pinning him face down on the floor. He struggled vainly; the intruder was too strong for him. And then things went black. He had been knocked out. He did not know that the intruder tied his legs and wrists up with rope. He did not see the intruder smirking as he was stuffed in the Council room storage room. And he did not hear the intruder say smugly," All according to plan."
SUSPENSE! Hmm, this last scene seems quiet somber for a humor story but I promise that it's far from serious.
All the eight main characters have been introduce now!
Oh, and the intruder and the Dean aren't Ocs either. I'll tell you who the dean of Atlas Academy is in the next chapter. But can you guess who the intruder is?
Until next time~